[Shuddering and arching up just to feel the pressure of Iwaizumi's hands holding him down, licking his own lips even as he tipped his head up to give Iwai the space he needed to mark his neck up, Oikawa couldn't help the keening little sounds that his best friend drew out of him so easily just by pressing his palms to him. He wants more than the pressure, but god does it feel so nice already.
Opening his eyes to look up at him with the presence against his forehead, eyes darting down to watch his hands move over his body and he can't help himself. Licking his lips more plainly, flicking his eyes right back up to Iwai's, Oikawa cracked such a smile and arched lightly under his palms when the touch drags to his collarbones.]
Get under my clothes and touch me everywhere. I want to feel your palm over my dick again, Iwa-chaaan, I want to feel you mark me like someone could take me if I weren't covered in your handprints.
[His words? Were not only an answer to Iwai's question, but a plain continuation of where his needy texts left off before they became pouty, insecure complaints. Any hint of his fears of Iwai no longer wanting him that way were banished so quickly, because if he truly regretted any of that, then he wouldn't have touched him now. Wouldn't have kissed him, wouldn't have pressed him down and held him so close and asked him such things with that hungry look in his eye.]
You sneak, you looked at all those hot messages I left for you... I waited so long in the bathroom, I waited until I couldn't take it anymore, Iwa-chan. [Squeezing his thighs around the knee between his legs and squirming against him, Oikawa groaned low and rolled his hips against him eagerly, almost already desperate for contact - the half hard erection he's been sporting for the better part of an hour was already getting too hard again, just like the picture.]
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Opening his eyes to look up at him with the presence against his forehead, eyes darting down to watch his hands move over his body and he can't help himself. Licking his lips more plainly, flicking his eyes right back up to Iwai's, Oikawa cracked such a smile and arched lightly under his palms when the touch drags to his collarbones.]
Get under my clothes and touch me everywhere. I want to feel your palm over my dick again, Iwa-chaaan, I want to feel you mark me like someone could take me if I weren't covered in your handprints.
[His words? Were not only an answer to Iwai's question, but a plain continuation of where his needy texts left off before they became pouty, insecure complaints. Any hint of his fears of Iwai no longer wanting him that way were banished so quickly, because if he truly regretted any of that, then he wouldn't have touched him now. Wouldn't have kissed him, wouldn't have pressed him down and held him so close and asked him such things with that hungry look in his eye.]
You sneak, you looked at all those hot messages I left for you... I waited so long in the bathroom, I waited until I couldn't take it anymore, Iwa-chan. [Squeezing his thighs around the knee between his legs and squirming against him, Oikawa groaned low and rolled his hips against him eagerly, almost already desperate for contact - the half hard erection he's been sporting for the better part of an hour was already getting too hard again, just like the picture.]